The companions arrived back in the city the next morning exhausted, the trip from Rosmuillean being uneventful but tiring.

OOC:

Feel free to detail what you want to do over the next day or two.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

Kores does seem confused.  He furrows his brow, deep in thought, seems to be raving silently to himself.  You see him open his mouth and speak inaudibly to himself and he seems to avoid eye contact with everyone.  He is quite agitated.  Sometimes he flies into an inaudible cursing fit and his knuckles crack around his staff.  He glares at nobody in particularly, scowls and grinds his teeth.

OOC - Thanks for the bridging post GM!

Drake quietly surveys the dirty streets crowded with people from all walks of life - grocers and street peddlers hawking their wares, farmers leading their animals or wheeling their produce about looking for buyers, housewives out marketing, proud looking city guards strutting about in the livery of the current lord of Glissom, travellers and mercenaries with ugly ill-favored faces, and the perpetual swarm of street urchins constantly running here and there, no doubt swiping purses and rings off careless, naive, and stupid foreigners - swindlers, liars, cheats, fools, and not a few murderers, the very best and worst of humanity, all out for a merry day in their miserable lives.

He watches in silence as a woman, a fisherwife out on a merry marketing trip by all appearances, walks past a filthy beggar covered in tattered clothing crouching in a dirty corner of the street. Drake's sharp eyes missed nothing, not the feigned innocence of the woman, nor the sham pitiful look on the beggar's face, neither the leather pouch surreptitiously passed from the woman to the beggar, whom upon receiving the item, waited for the woman to walk down several metres more before slithering up to disappear into a narrow backalley.

Back to this dangerous place again. Drake sighs before turning his attention elsewhere.


OOC - So...are we offloading the loot for cash? Or do the scholars and historians want to keep them for further study? If the former, I imagine GM will allow that Drake Hadrik has some black market contacts that may be helpful.

And we should get a place to stay for the couple days we are here.

And GM, what is coming up in terms of the adventure?

Also, do we finally get xp?
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Dann does not hide his joy of going back to the open air, and back near the sea at that. He take advantage of the party returning to town to visit his favorite inns, drink a lot, and hang around the harbor when sober to gather some news of what's happening at sea with reivers and borderers these days.

Dann takes Lann with him to introduce him to other sea based Reavers and to make sure that the mountain lads face is associated with his own....so there are no...misunderstandings...

He checks in with the others over the next few days though he has a little trouble tracking down Hadrik he soon finds that looking for Lute and waiting near the big fellow soon brings Jon or Hadrik calling.

He drinks and tells tales, most of them true but called tall by those with whom he shares them...he tells of great battles in ancient cities and of horrors in a mountains heart and he and his companions are hailed as mighty warriors.

His ears are open and he hears tell that King Conn is calling for warriors to join in a great raid against the farmlands of Glissom when the harvest time is next here.  There is little news of his own Islander Queen and he surmises that they are probably raiding south into northern Ereworn at this time of year.

OOC: The party is at +1 Renown among the Reavers when with Dann or Lann for the next three months due to Dann and Lanns talespinning....though they are careful to honour their vows to both Colm and the Good Folk and change enough names and locations to not soil their honour.

Both Dann and Lann manage to burn through 30 florins each.
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OOC - So...are we offloading the loot for cash? Or do the scholars and historians want to keep them for further study? If the former, I imagine GM will allow that Drake Hadrik has some black market contacts that may be helpful.

And we should get a place to stay for the couple days we are here.

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OOC: Prob. best to sort this in the OOC thread.

It's been several days of restful peace, in which various members of the Fellowship had gone off to look in on their personal lives, to tend to private matters, or to catchup with fellow countrymen, swap tall tales, and get merrily drunk. Drake however, while enjoying the warm beds and hot food, was increasingly feeling the unease of being in one place for entirely too long a time.

And so he began seeking out each of his Companions, looking for them in homes, in the marketplace, in the libraries and academies, on the floor of barrooms, in exquisite high-class hangouts for the wealthy, in the seedy sordid filth of the slums, the brothels, and the dark alleys where no city guard would dare to tread at any time of the day.

To each person whom he found, he left word of a gathering. On a particular afternoon. In the basement of an unremarkable building long abandoned by its owners. Situated in a quiet sleepy area in the middle of nowhere. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The purpose of the gathering, would be to decide on the split of the loot, as well as the way forward for the Fellowship. In no uncertain terms, he made it clear to each that while the attendance was strictly by personal choice, the direction for the discussion, on all topics raised, would proceed ahead without waiting for any who chose not to turn up.

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Drake pauses as he passes under the shadow of a nearby building and looks up into the sky. The time draws near for the gathering. His grim eyes survey the empty street before him, noting with satisfaction the total absence of any other person. This is the same as he has observed while surveying the area over the last two days. This part of the city had nothing to offer, not even the tiniest bit that would attract beggars, the homeless, or the occasional street urchin.

Heaving the heavy sack on his back to a more comfortable position, he turns his steps towards a nondescript wall...or was it a door... Taking a final look around and seeing not a soul nearby, Drake pushes on the wooden surface. The panel yielded easily to the pressure to reveal a dark interior shrouded in shadows. Drake disappears inside and the panel closes quietly behind him.

Once inside, he sets his burden down on a round table of sturdy oak and lights the lantern. He pours himself a mug of ale, then sits himself into one of the several heavy oaken chairs surrounding the table, and proceeds to wait for the rest to show up...

Outside, the streets return once more to their quiet and dreary emptiness...

Kores had waved away Drakes invitation, he was quite flush with coin after having sold off his share of the takings and some of the eldritch scrolls that he had found in the ancient catacombs.

He received a princely sum from the librarians at the Temple of Brigantia for the scrolls and Ciaran the Goldsmith was acting as bank for the remainder of his gold.

He purchased a small shop in Castleside that had once been a jewellers and set about decking out the rear of the place with desks, parchment, ink and as many old scrolls as he could pick up for his studies.

And there he stayed, he was in quite a bit of pain still from his burn scars though the staff kept others from seeing it and the loss of his arm slowed him more than he liked.

Most of the time the slat at the front of the store read Closed, but sometimes....just sometimes....it would say Open...and that is when he made a little extra coin...to further his studies.

Colm bought the upper storey of a new building near North Gate and banked the majority of his takings with Ciaran ( with a small discretion fee) and set about investing the rest in a small but effective group of listeners and watchers throughout the city.

He did not go outdoors without some form of disguise, even if just a hooded cloak....but he gathered information on Kilnded and had barkeeps and prostitutes bring him tales of gold or fortune brought in by Borderers, Sheriffsmen and the like.

He kept tabs on his companions, as they all still carried his emblem on them....but his mind was occupied with logistics and plans and he had little time for other pursuits.

Brannon clearly has mixed feelings about being back in Glissom. He left the city to get away from Temple politics, and now he finds himself headed straight back into it. With a secret that he must not let slip, to boot. In the other hand, the comforts of the city are welcome after his travails in the wild, and at least here there is no fear that every step may be your last...

He returns to the Temple, and sets about documenting his discovery of the Lost Legion. His only reference to the rest of the party in his document is to having "hired sellswords" to help him. Partly to avoid difficult questions... though, if he is honest, largely to ensure that he gets the credit.

He copies out his sketches, and brings what artefacts the others will spare as proof that he has found an ancient stronghold of Those Who Walk in Shadow. Now that there is no immediate danger, he rues leaving that banner.

Brannon unrolled the items, now rewashed and carefully cleaned, that he and Colm had taken from the dead Selentines and presented them to his peers.

He is careful to catch up on Temple gossip, but otherwise maintains his aloof disinterest in anything contemporary. When the word comes, Brannon makes his excuses and slips quietly away to the meeting.
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He did not have to wait long. A soft rap sounds on the panel door and Drake looks up in anticipation. Lowering his mug, he gets up and moves silently to the door. Opening it a crack, he peers outward cautiously and sees Brannon waiting patiently outside. Eyes narrowed against the glare of the afternoon sun, he takes a moment to survey the street. Seeing that it is still as empty as before, he opens the door wider, nods at his friend, and waves him inside.

"You're on time Brannon." Picking up a clean mug, Drake pours a generous draught of ale and sets it down before his friend. Sitting back down, he looks casually at the Librarian. "Dann should be on his way. And perhaps...just perhaps...Lann may decide to show up too. That's about it." Drake shrugs.

His gaze turns the slightest shade more intense. "What news from the Temple?"

In reply to GM (msg # 5):

Lann thanks Dann for the introductions and spends the day lounging and enjoying himself while restoring his health.

Following that, he attempts to seek out the librarians to provide insight into the artefacts he found on the travels.

Brannons findings in regards to both the Lost Legion and the ancient stronghold made quite the impression and he found himself taken aside for numerous chats by older jurists, bards and druids at the temple.

OOC: Brannon now enjoys a higher status at the Temple of Brigantia and among the Druids, Bards and Jurists who dwell and work there. Brannon and anyone with him dealing with Temple Officials is at +1 Renown Level.

Dann hesitates for some time, but finally decides to go for the meeting of the 'fellowship'. When he reaches the table where Brannon and Hadrik are seated, he seats down and spends some time silent. Hearing Hadrik talk about king Conn makes him raise an eyebrow. "You are seriously contemplating the idea of joining the king of reavers, warrior? " he asks, half suspicious and half curious.

"Good of you to join us." Drake gives his friend a friendly nod. He gets up to pour the borderer a mug of ale, waving for him to be seated.

In-between swigs of ale, the three men update each other on news each has heard. From the scholars and practitioners of elemental powers in the Temple of Brigantia, to the raiding plans of King Conn and the riever kingdoms in the north, and the comings and goings of the black market and the underworld in Glissom and the nearby environs.


Drake glances thoughtfully at the Borderer. "Are you? Indeed what are your thoughts?"

EDIT: Added a hook for GM to advance our story. Through Lann maybe? :)

Drake smiles and leans back after a moment's silence. "It appears we men are suited to places and deeds more dangerous and more rewarding." He reaches over to pat a heavy-looking sack on the table, eliciting a vague sound which is a cross between the jingle of coins and the clatter of something metallic. "When Lann arrives, we have booty to split. And perhaps he will bring news of a more interesting variety..."
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Lanns enquiries into the heritage of the dark sickle shaped blade are answered by a rather cranky old bard at the temple. He turns it over a few times, narrows his eyes and consults some scrolls, then disappears for almost half an hour.

When he returns he looks quite cross, " Now you just take this away with you and go back to your cattle raiding and sheep-buggering or whatever you borderer lads get up to these days.  We'll not have that here. Its not dangerous mind, so don't fret but it was made by those who walk a dark path and for what fell purpose I cannot say...but its a good blade...materially speaking....just not for here. Take it away."

When Lann hesitates he turns back, " It is a blade carried by those that follow Gulro..", his eyes flick about and he says a short blessing from the Hearthmother. "...even you lads know they aren....uh, weren't...good folk."
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In reply to GM (msg # 16):

'Ah thank you. So do you think it's enchanted? I can't read the magick surrounding it when I was studying it by magical means. And I supposed you mean I gotta hide it when walking around?', Lann asks the old story teller.

Ooc: is it possible to coat the weapon with silver to make it look clean?

Lann tries to find a temple to see if they can tell if the weapon is blessed or cursed, discretely of course.
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" Enchanted? Examining it with magics? Yer not a Druid....don't suppose yer one of these dark folk yerself?", he fixed Lann with a look.

" Nay, yer don't look mean enough for that. Mountain witch? Or the like...."

" A good clean and polish will get the stains off. As to any hidden power it was not revealed to me or the....others....who examined it. Though I dare say if its as old as I ken, theres a dweomer upon it to keep away rust and tarnish and the like."

OOC: Uh, Lann is already at the Temple of Brigantia. The old bard would have told him if it was cursed.
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In reply to GM (msg # 18):

'Thank you for your valuable insights,' Lann says respectfully.

Ooc: is the blade magical in the magical sense after Lann has been using it? Does it count as a shortsword or?
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OOC: If I understand, It counts as a magical blade for enemies that require a magical blade to injure but it doesn't confer any intrinsic bonuses. So not +1 or +2.  It counts as a sword.

In reply to GM (msg # 20):

Finding out the sword's worth, Lann heads to the abandoned building to join the companions.

Ooc: as good as my weapon lol.
Can I go n hunt a bear or something to kill to get do? Lol
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Dann looks in Hadrik's face for some time, hesitant to answer. After a few seconds, seeing that he probably was not serious, he decides to empty his mug and engage in small talks instead.

OOC - it's not an Inn Toirneach. But an abandoned building in a deserted part of the city. :) Hope this helps towards our rp.

The panel door closes quietly behind him as Toirneach walks in and joins his companions at the table.

"We were waiting for you Toirneach." Drake gives a friendly nod to the newcomer, gesturing him towards an empty chair. He stands up and pours a mug full of ale, which he sets down in front of his friend.

Without further ado, Drake picks up the heavy-looking sack and empties its contents on to the table. Glittering coins of gold and silver fall out into a pile. Some roll about the table in lazy circles until they are gathered up and swept into the pile.

Eyes glittering in the reflected light of the lantern nearby, Drake looks up at his friends with a flourish.

"3600 florins. The grand outcome of our foray into the caves of darkness and icy death..."

He smiles and says nothing for awhile, allowing a moment for his friends to gape and marvel alittle at the fortune on the table. As soon as he sees anyone begin reaching out to touch the coins, he continues.

"...divided into 6 shares - Dann, Toirneach, Brannon, Kores, Colm...and Lute, Jon, myself will together take one share."

Carefully watching each man for disagreement, Drake quickly moves on to the value of each share, and the associated why's and how's of it all. In very short order, the treasure is divided and each person picks up his share of it. They further agree that Brannon will deliver Colm's share, and Toirneach Kores' share, with a message from the Fellowship wishing each man well in his pursuits.

OOC - Details of the share can be found in msg #705 of the OOC thread. I've already had Drake begin spending his share and preparing for the upcoming adventure.

Ok I'm done here. Don't need to rush GM, but we are ready when you are. :)
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In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 23):

"A good haul I must say my brothers! With a few more trips we would have earned enough to feed our descendants for ten generations. I wish we have some lasses and drink to enjoy with,'Lann drawls.
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"600 Florins." Brannon whistles. "And my name is made in the Temple, at least for now. No one has ever carried so much detail on the Selentines before. As to other news, though, there is little exciting. Kilnded maintains his hold. His lickspittles do well, those less enamoured of him keep their heads down. The question is, gentlemen: what now? Are you for throwing your lot in with the Hearth Father?"

In reply to Brannon Darrow (msg # 25):

With little more than raised eyebrows and shrugs in answer to his query Brannon decided to take Colms share of the treasury to him.

He mounted the stairs and knocked on the door, and was told gruffly to enter.

Colm chuckled at the offered monies and stowed them in a bound iron chest beside him, to Brannons eyes the chest already contained a great deal of silver.

" My friend, I may have need of you...and the others I suppose...my ancestral lands have been gifted to Clan Hewell but many of the folks that dwell there are still loyal to Clan Cernach."

" I would have you deliver this missive to one Blaine Lyssen, who dwells in the Dell of Lalliwick on my families old lands in the mountains north of the Erewon border."

" Its wild land, but there are herds and villages and trails to find your way."

" Are you willing? Shall we say 100 florins to be shared amongst them, it shouldn't be much of a dangerous journey."

In reply to Toirneach Lann (msg # 24):

Saying that, Lann informs the companions that he will be bringing Kore's share of the loot to him and will be back shortly.

Lann heads over to Kores 'shop' and knocks on the Closed shingle.

He sees lamp light through the window and pushes the door which swings open easily.

Entering and heading through he finds Kores hunched over a table with 6 lamps arranged about him and a wickedly sharp knife clenched in his fist.

" Lann.  What? Money, place it over there."

As Lann placed it down he noted that Kores seemed to be disecting a young pig with a badly malformed head....from a certain angle it resembled an eerily human like face....

" Are you still here? Go, I'm busy."

In reply to GM (msg # 28):

Clearing his throat. Lann responds."Yeah, we are all busy people with little time to laze around. Anyway the Hearth father or something reqires us to deliver something. Perhaps you can join us when you are done with ur rituals?'

Saying that Lann glances at the armchair hoping that Kores would allow him to sit while he busies himself.
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" Not likely.  Theres evidence of demonic influence here...I haven't got time for your foolishness. Get out."

Brannon takes the missive, and tucks it into his pack, making a point of not reading it. "Aye, I'm willing. For the others... who can say? I'll ask them. The money is little enough... but perhaps that is as good a test as any of loyalty. Good luck, Hearth Father. I will return when the message is delivered, along with any answer, or not at all."

He takes his leave, and makes his way back to the others, to explain their charge and Colm's offer. "I, for one, will go. I've heard tell of Selentine ruins out in the Pagans. I will make the excuse of an expedition to follow up on recent finds. The rest of you may join or not, as you see fit: the money is slight, but we are about a greater business here... let us refresh our supplies tomorrow, and depart at dawn the day after, to make the best of the light..."

Drake chuckles ruefully before replying in a light voice that belies his disappointment.

"I'm in. If only to get out of the city. And that means my two associates will be along too."

OOC - Drake is ready as can be. :)
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In reply to GM (msg # 31):

Mumbling some vague reply about demons, Lann leaves kores to his devices and returns to join the companions.

Ooc: all ready to leave?
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Brannon spends the next day packing his kit, copying out what maps he can find from the Temple Library to guide their way... and spending part of his cut of the treasure on a mail hauberk, deciding that better protection is likely to be needed. Beyond that, his packs are as ever ready for travel. He makes his devotions at the Temple and prays for Brigantia's blessing on their journey, then makes his way to make the meet others...

Time passes quickly and very soon the appointed morning arrives. Jon, Lute and Drake arrive early at the agreed gathering point, which is a small alleyway a stone's throw away from the East Gate. Even though it is early morning, farmers from the surrounding farmlands are already arriving outside the gate pushing their carts, leading their mules, and bringing produce of every kind waiting to enter the city to sell.

The trio is careful to stay out of sight. Their wait is short however, as the rest of the Fellowship arrive very soon after - Dann, Brannon, Toirneach, each carrying his own equipment, provisions, and weapons. The friends meet, and exchange nods of greeting. When the night curfew is finally lifted and the city gates open, the Companions join the growing stream of people exiting the city, stepping out the gate and embarking on their journey to the Dell of Lalliwick...
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In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 36):

Seeing his friends, Lann greets each one, wishing everyone well.

Leaving the city, Lann asks, 'Shall we decide on a marching order and be vigilant just in case?'
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Without turning around, Drake nods at Toirneach's suggestion. "We will be following the King's highways for a while. Just keep together, keep our eyes open, look out for each other, and we'll be fine. When we are off the main roads and further south near the border, then let's do just that...marching order."

"Tis a dangerous lawless land, Ereworn is. Where vicious bandits range the countryside uninhibited. And where fey creatures come and go as they please...and we'll be right cross the border from them."

He half-turns and gives his friend a pained smile. Next he turns to glance at Brannon. "This errand isn't secret after all..right? What's in the missive anyway?"
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Dann hesitates for a long time about what he will do next. One part of him wants to settle a few things with his former life, and one part of him tells him to go along his new companion and leave his grudges for later. When the date and time arrives, he decides on a whim to do the later, packs his things and rushes to meet the party.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 39):

The companions made their way out of the East Gate and for a short while made their way through the city outside the walls.

Brannon winked in answer to Hadriks question and directed the others down an alley way to the riverdocks.

A burly looking bargeman stood at the dockside.

" Fees already paid, get aboard."

If Drake is perplexed at the sudden change in direction, he does not show it. Face impassive, he nods at Brannon, glances at his fellows Jon and Lute, then turns and follows the Librarian without a word. He remains alert to any whiff of danger the environment might betray to his senses...

EDIT:
He looks up at the burly bargeman. "Where to my good man?"
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In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 41):

Lann boards the barge with his pals and wonders if the barge will take them to the destination safely. A swim in the middle of the ocean does not seem appealing

Brannon nods to the bargeman and seats himself with the others. He looks vaguely amused at their surprise, but nevertheless keeps his bow to hand, an arrow at the ready. He says conversationally:
 "Ereworn is a dangerous place, right enough. Still, I hope we can find more evidence of the Selentines. Let us hope less unfortunate evidence than on our last expedition..."

Drake mutters something under his breath about not getting paid enough for this shit...

In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 44):

The bargeman grunted in reply to Lann and pointed to the opposite shore of the Shadowspin.

The others boarded the blocky vessel and the sparse crew set their poles and oars to the task.

The trip to the other bank was not too long and as they tied up to the small dock a small group of heavily laden men waited patiently for them to alight.

" Good travels sirs!  And may the red fern unfurl."

They walked through the few small inns and residences on this side of the river and were soon in farmland with the Pagans glowering down at them to the southeast.

In reply to GM (msg # 45):

Thanking the barge master for the safe ride, Lann disembarks, careful not to get himself wet or worse, fall into the water.

Drake frowns at the strange well-wishing that makes no sense to him. He turns to the bargeman before alighting. "Thank you for the journey Master Bargeman. Would you know what these well-meaning travellers mean by 'may the red fern unfurl'?"

...


Drake turns to Brannon. "To the Dell...how many days journey from here?"

The bargeman looked at him confused for a moment then chuckled and lay a finger beside his nose.

A strange greeting to be sure. Is this a red-light district of some kind?

Eyebrows raised, Drake nods at the bargeman, bids him good day, and follows the rest of the Party through the tiny town. The few buildings marking the boundary of the town very soon disappear completely, giving way to flat expanses of farmland beneath the shadow of the mighty Pagan Mountains.

Drake notably relaxes as he leaves the town behind. The seasoned mercenary keeps up his watchfulness, but the slight, almost imperceptible tension that had gripped his demeanor disappears.

Brannon seems unphased by the mysterious phrases, but he watches carefully as they walk, leary of the company they might attract. Or those who might have followed them.



"A day?" Brannon shrugs. "Two, maybe? It is not far as the crow flies. For us, the terrain and weather will decide. And who we meet on the road."

"We better get going then!" says Dann, surprisingly merry after the short travel over the river mouth. Maybe because it reminded him of a better, simpler time.
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In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 51):

"Let's move it guys! Perhaps we can reach an inn and have some ale before nightfall," Lann says, relishing the thought of a beer.

Ooc: how many guys do we actually have?
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OOC: Dann, Brannon, Hadrik, Jon, Lute, Lann.

Drake nods silently at Toirneach's suggestion. Frowning, he throws a wide glance at the surrounding farmland, noting that the party will soon pass these civilized areas into the forests at the foot of the Pagan Mountains.

"Those forests beyond these farmland are not safe to travel at night. Bandits abound here seeking the money pouch and the lives of unwary travellers. Bandits...and fey creatures, call these areas home..."

Cupping his hand like a visor over his eyes, he looks up at the sun.

"Let's hurry. We shall take the shortest most direct route to our destination by passing through the forests. Hopefully we will clear the forests and make camp for the night..."

In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 54):

"You worry too much my friend. With our strong right arms, we will make short work of any bandits who try to interfere with us," Lann says with a grin.

"On second thought, we best hurry. It is not the living I fear but the unliving." Saying, he begins to quicken his pace.
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In reply to GM (msg # 53):

Ooc: colm left or using a new character?
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In reply to Toirneach Lann (msg # 56):

The companions made their way through farmland under the curious stares of crofters and fieldworkers.  On the road with them were few other travellers, the main highway lay away to the southwest driving along the coast towards the Erewornian border.

Coming into the verges of the woods the companions have three obvious options, setting camp in the trees, continuing on through the forest in the dark or backtracking a little way to a stone broch surrounded by a low wall in a very bad state of repair but with fires burning within...

"Let's look for shelter for the night. That tower we passed earlier? Looks like a good place..."

Brannon nods. "Aye. I don't relish a night in these woods, if we can help it. We should be careful of who may be in there, though. Those who would make camp in a ruin may be on unsavoury errands." He offers a crude grin.

In reply to Brannon Darrow (msg # 59):

"We need to set up watches of course, just in case we bumped into some nasties," Lann says.
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The Companions make their way back to the stone tower they had previously passed on the way. As the structure comes into view lit by the fires burning within, Drake signals for a halt.

Leaving the rest crouched hidden in the shadows 20 meters away, Jon and Drake creep closer and begin circling the structure looking for an opening by which they might peer inside, as well as an entrance.

OOC:
21:59, Today: Drake Taubron rolled 8 using 2d10.  Drake's stealth check.
21:58, Today: Drake Taubron rolled 7 using 2d10.  Jon's stealth check.

Brannon watches as Drake and Jon approach the tower, bow in hand and arrow nocked in case he needs to provide covering fire.
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In reply to Brannon Darrow (msg # 62):

Lann prepares his bow n notches an arrow to it.

Dann stays in the background, keeping alert and ready to act if required.

As Drake and Jon disappeared into the shadows the other companions waited tense and ready to respond to any hostile action.

............................

Drake crept up to the broch and found a space between stones where the mortar had fallen away, he peered within and saw a group of men there, they wore a strange mix of military garb and sailors clothing. Drake listened intently to their conversation.....

" What is there back there for us now?  Those not dead from the collapse were butchered by new king and his friends."

" Jamie, Gullet Hollow was our families homes for generations and Darian never bothered us nought...and then them bastards came in and slaughtered our kin and destroyed our shrine...and on the holiest of days!"

" Bren, go and do another walk round, wouldn't do to get jumped while we kip."

Motioning for Jon to remain hidden, Drake slows his breathing, drawing on his training to blend in to the shadows.

OOC -
00:35, Today: Drake Taubron rolled 4 using 2d10.  Drake's stealth check to remain hidden.
00:35, Today: Drake Taubron rolled 16 using 2d10.  Jon's stealth check to remain hidden.

If "Bren" shows any sign of having detected something, in one swift motion like a striking viper, Drake draws his "Feather Knife", strides forth, and holds it at the man's throat. He holds up his other hand to signal the man to remain silent.
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Brannon waits patiently, alert for any signs of trouble.

As a mans form stepped out from inside the broch, Jon put his hand up against the wall to flatten himself against it...at which point the stone Jon had touched promptly fell out of the wall and clattered to the ground. Jon shrugged and grinned at Drake.

" Whose that?"

Drake crossed the distance and held the knife on Bren, signalling for him to keep quiet.

Bren sneered at Drake but said nothing further, for now.

OOC:

GM, on behalf of Drake Taubron, rolled 7 using 1d20

In reply to GM (msg # 68):

Lann is able to see Drake and Jon, and he aims his bow at Bren.
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Keeping his knife firmly clapped on "Bren's" throat, with a firm hand on the man's shoulder, Drake steps smoothly over to the man's back. With a light kick to the back of his knees, he easily brings the man down to the ground on his knees. He proceeds to quickly but quietly divest the man of his weapons, handing them over to Jon. He leans over and whispers in "Bren's" ear. "We mean you no harm, Mate. But don't even breathe..."

Figuring that it will awhile before the men in the broch send someone else after their guy, Drake continues listening in on their conversation.

OOC - How many men are there in the broch?

'Bren' does as he's asked with a resigned expression, the only weapon Drake finds is a short cudgel which Jon takes.

There appear to be about six or seven men inside, Erewornian from the accents....most of the conversation seems to be complaining about the new rulers of Ereworn and talk of where to go next.

In reply to GM (msg # 71):

OOC: Would the companions outside be able to hear the men's complaints?

GM Edit: Too far away.
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Drake beckons for Jon to take over watching "Bren". For himself, he quietly but quickly moves back to where the companions remain hidden under the shadows. In so many words he apprises them of the men in the broch and what they have been discussing.

"Sounds like there's a lot of trouble brewing just across the border. Shall we find out more from these refugees? We can introduce ourselves as travellers..."

"That would probably be better than continue to hide in the dark eternally, and look suspicious." notes Dann, unwilling to keep motionless any longer.

Brannon nods in agreement. "Aye. Though we may want to post our own watch if we sleep here..."

Jon churred like a nightjar to get their attention, indicating that others would soon emerge from the broch.  He cocked a head at Drake, and drew a line across his throat with his left hand before holding it up palm upwards.

Drake catches sight of Jon's gesticulations. He signals back with a single upraised hand with palm facing Jon, indicating to hold.

"Gentlemen, our time is up. Let's go meet these men..." Already in motion even as he speaks, Drake moves quickly back to Jon's position.

He whispers to Jon and the companions who have followed him. "Follow behind. Make no threatening gestures." Clapping a firm hand on "Bren's" shoulder, Drake directs the man to the entrance of the broch.

Stepping out into the open with "Bren", in full sight of the men gathered in the stone tower, Drake breaks out a greeting. "Greetings fellow travellers! It seems Fate has seen fit to bring us together to seek shelter in this place!"

Giving Bren a clap on the shoulder, pushing him forward, indicating that he is free to go, he continues on with the introductions.

"I am Hadrik. These are my associates. We are just passing through this region. Mind if we share this shelter with you for the night?"

Brannon nods curtly. Replacing the arrow in its quiver and shouldering his bow, he follows "Hadrik" to the broch.

Dann follows, emitting a low grunt when he enters the broch.

Drake nods apologetically at Bren. He offers to return the man's weapons he had removed earlier. "Sorry about that mate. Had to be sure we aren't among enemies here..."

Drake smiles. "Overheard what sounds like trouble from your conversation. We are on our way to near the border. Wouldn't want to drop in on a fight we are not invited to..."

In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 80):

Bren glowered at Drake, though possibly mostly out of embarrassment at being so easily caught.

The other men within the broch stood as the companions revealed themselves, showing them to total eight in number.

An older man raised an eyebrow at Bren then answered 'Hadrik', " Aye, yer welcome to share this pile of rocks if you've got food and drink to share as well....we didnae get much chance to take a lot with us when we left home.  And we haven't had a lot of luck resupplying on the way here."

The mens eyes roamed over the group taking in Dann and Lann, and Drake and Jon....they seemed to quickly disregard Brannon.

"We don't have much, but what we do have we will share..." Drake replies with a smile. He allows some time for the men to size each other up and decide whether to break bread together or fight to the death. For he himself however, he keeps his hands far away from his weapons.

The man nodded to his fellows and they began to retake their seats on the fallen masonry about the fire.

" So what brings a bunch of Glissfolk out here? And an odd bunch at that..", he said curiously as he sat.

Drake comes further into the broch and takes his seat at the fire beside one of the strangers. He replies to the man's question. "We are looking for work. The sort that calls for men who keep their cool and can handle themselves under pressure. As long as the job doesn't involve beating down the weak and defenceless, or stealing from the poor, and the money isn't too bad..."

As everyone takes his seat around the fire, Drake beckons for Lute to come forward. From the big man's pack, he retrieves some bread and cheese that he offers to everyone including the eight strangers. There's nothing to drink but water, which Drake freely shares with the strangers, passing around his own waterskin.

Drake observes the strangers as they eat, noting their accent and attire, armor and weapons, piecing together all this information in his mind.

A grave expression on his face, he turns to the older man who had spoken. "We wouldn't pry into your private business, Stranger. But it seems you had some trouble back home. Would you share what news you have, so that poor travellers like us wouldn't step into steaming piles of horsecrap we don't have shoes for..."

Based on experience, Dann is not the one to immediately trust all and everyone at first sight. He will sit and eat, but keep his distance from those he does not know. He keeps silent at first.

Brannon notes the dismissive glance from the strange men: sizing up the risks in a fight, no doubt. Or the odds if they could get the drop. Either way, he likes the odds in the broch better than in the wild, and duly sits down, listening carefully to what is said.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 85):

Lann nibbles on the offered food

" Trouble? Aye, theres a lot of folk having trouble back home....Duke Darian left us be but new King Corbin and his Boar and Strawberry drove us from our home and destroyed the sacred place we worshipped at.  The whole country is being upturned...."

To Drakes eyes the men appear to be mostly sailors or fishermen in dress, though some are dressed a little more finely. They take the food offered and give a little in return but they mostly appear to be in a foul mood.

"Is that why you left your home?" attempts Dann.

Drake nods at Dann's question. "And what became of Duke Darian? Isn't he still ruler over Ereworn? Surely he does not stand idle while his citizens are being slaughtered and driven from their homes?"

Drake wrinkles his nose - once again another strange remark has come up that eludes him. "Boar and Strawberry? What's that?"
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" Aye...we left rather than being butchered like the rest.  We've been travelling for months. Stayed awhile in Jirrick but figured we'd make our way over the border. T'is a terrible thing for a man to be driven from his own country."

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Drake nods at Dann's question. "And what became of Duke Darian? Isn't he still ruler over Ereworn? Surely he does not stand idle while his citizens are being slaughtered and driven from their homes?"

Drake wrinkles his nose - once again another strange remark has come up that eludes him. "Boar and Strawberry? What's that?"
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" Darian? Butchered in his home...along with his whole household."

" By the new king and his lackeys.  The Boar is a great wild man, huge and dressed in a black boar skin. Strawberry is a dark, cloaked witch with a birthmark on his face."

In reply to GM (msg # 92):

"What? With his retinue of warriors and wizards and his own skill at arms, even the duke was killed?" Lann says, an incredulous look upon his face.

"Surely this boar and strawberry has a powerful force?
Can u tell us more about them?"
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Drake frowns at his companion's mention of wizards...he is clearly uncomfortable discussing witchery and those who purportedly practice them. But he nods at the comment. "Were there some among you who resisted this slaughter? Banded together and fought back?"

The mercenary looks around with a meaningful glance at the faces of his own companions. "What are your thoughts? Would this...incident...trouble our travel plans? And does this smell like there's a job in here for us?"

In his mind, Brannon weighs up the odds of these being potential recruits to Colm's cause. These men might be a useful resource - or a liability. Who or what do they worship? It depends also on whether this new king would back Kilnded or Colm if it came to it. No sense alienating a potential ally. But what if this king were a potential enemy?

"We need not cross the border." He replies to "Hadrik", softly. "But we will need to go close. It depends how far this trouble extends beyond Ereworn and into Gliss lands. We should learn more of this new King. Who knows what would happen should we stray into his territory?" To the men, he asks: "Who is this new King, that he so takes against his subjects and their places of worship? Has he pursued you across the border, or settled at driving you from your home?"

" Aye, he was. And his guards and servants killed is what we heard on our way north."

" I know not, perhaps a small but skilled force...Ereworn is not a land of great cities since ancient times.  All we know of them is what happened when they came to Gullet Hollow, our village."

" They slaughtered all the men bar us...and a measure of the women and children.  Then they allied themselves with a scoundrel captain and destroyed the warning light we always left for ships entering Sulpher Bay and left our chapel to waste and ruin on our holiest of days."

The old mans lip was curled with distaste but there were tears in his eyes...



" Aye....we would have...but it seems they headed for the castle before the came to the Hollow, and I heard word they had pillaged and burned villages from Olde Ereworn to Magpie before they came to the coast."

" We are simple fishermen and sailors, and the new king and his men were savage in their attack.  I am ashamed to say it....but when we saw what had been wrought, we ran."





" This was a while back, we have been travelling, bileting and camping for many months and we heard tell that King Corbin had already sent representatives to meet with your King and secure trade between Ereworn and Glissom...we figured you would know being, well...at least some, city folk.", he eyed the comparitive cleanliness and fineness of the companions clothing to their own.

" From what I heard tell, King Corbin used to be the local lord of Mereshome, but was stripped of his fiefdom by Duke Darian for not paying dues or tithe."

" Duke Darian sent his riders to evict Corbin and his folk from his manor....there was resistance and a fire...anyway, Corbin got his nose out of joint and swore vengeance on our good Duke and it seems eventually he was successful....thats how I heard it told."

" After us? I think not, but he is set on removing all trace of The Good Dukes legacy and is scouring Ereworn for any who might resist him and his rule.  I know some of the Dukes riders who escaped made their way out of Ereworn...and we figured we'd do the same.  Just a wee bit slower is all...."

Drake looks down eyes flashing, his face dark with anger.


Drake exchanges glances with Brannon but says nothing. Instead he turns to the stranger who spoke. "The Duke's riders? Do you mean his personal guard and soldiers? Do you know where they escaped to, or how they can be found?"

"I guess fleeing by the see is not an option either?" thinks Dann aloud.

" Where? I know not. But they are powerful warriors, dressed all in sable. They enforced Darians laws in the lands in the good days. I would say they've all left by now...as to where I do not know."

" Our boats were small....and truth be told I'm not sure where we would have gone."

"And where will you now?" Brannon asks. "To Glissom City?"

Brannon racks his brain, trying to recall anything he might have heard about this Corbin... or Darian for that matter. A prospective ally? Or a prospective enemy?

 The men gave a collective shrug, " We'll find somewhere by the coast.....maybe far to the north.  Though it depends if its safe to go into Glissom City."

Drake takes another look around at the strangers. These are common folk, fishermen and sailors as they said. They are trying to flee the trouble, not stand and fight back. Certainly will be of no help to the Heath Father in his quest.

His gaze falls on the older man who spoke for the group. This old-timer probably had a difficult and harrowing flight over the last few days, even weeks. The guy looks almost done in. He has probably given up as much information as he knows about the situation. There is probably no more value pressing them or even engaging them trying to elicit more details.

He turns to his companions in a low voice. "Let's discuss our plans tomorrow morning. When these are not around."

He finishes up his share of the bread and cheese, then looks up and addresses the older stranger. "We should post a watch. And like two honest neighbors, I am proposing to watch in twos - one man from your side together with one from ours. Two hour shifts. What say you?"

Dann proposes to take the first turn.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 105):

Dann and Tibb took the first watch and saw and heard nothing more threatening than a fox hunting among the fallen masonry.

Lann and Gram took the next watch and saw and heard nothing but nightjars and conies.

The last watch was taken by Jon and Hull and when everyone woke in the morning neither of them was present.

In reply to GM (msg # 106):

Lann duly takes his watch, careful to guard his friends.

The morning was normal enough, what with the shelter provided by the stone tower, the warmth afforded by the fire within, and the filling if bland dinner the previous night. However Drake wakes up to an annoyance that is slowly and subtly bringing up the nagging thought that something's not quite right.

"Alright. Gather your things friends. We are moving out on a search." He gathers his own belongings quickly, then turns to Dann with a grim face. "Can you find their tracks?"

OOC - Dann should have the Track skill. Can help find Jon and his partner's tracks.

Dann looks around for any track or mark that could give a lead to what happened to Jon and Hull, starting by where they were supposed to stay while taking their watch.

Though his folk were more used to looking for signs at sea Dann knew enough from his youth hunting puffins and foxes to find a trail and soon enough he did....though there was only one set of obvious footfalls...which he assumed to be Hulls....Jon left very little trace of his passing.

The other Erewornians roused themselves and looked around suspiciously for a short time before they noted the Gliss contingents concerns for their own companion were real.

Dann followed the trail through the fallen masonry and found a patch of briars on the forests edge through which a rough trail had been cut very recently...

Drake nods. He shoulders his pack and follows closely beside Dann. Though he is not skilled in tracking, he keeps a lookout on the surrounding for signs of other presences and for danger, covering his friend as he looks out for their lost companion.

Dann follows the trail, taking good care to have his shield ready on his left arm. Just in case...

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 112):

The Erewornians let the Gliss take the lead, but followed along with Lute and another Erewornian they had not been introduced to staying back to watch over their possesions.

Dann crept forward through the snatching briars, with Drake at his shoulder and the others behind. Eventually he came to a clearing among the thorny bushes where he found both Hull and Jon sitting on a squared stone staring into space with a little drool coming from the sides of their slackjawed mouths.

Their weapons lay on the ground beside them.....

In reply to GM (msg # 110):

Lann gathers his belongings and follows the companions, keeping a careful watch on danger and checking for signs of ambushes.

Drake immediately looks to the surroundings, checking that there are no enemies. He carefully observes the scene while keeping his distance from the two men...

OOC - Drake observes the situation. Some questions for GM:
1. Signs of a fight recently?
2. Signs that Jon and Hull just arrived a moment ago? Or does it look like they have been in this state for some time?
3. Are the two men facing in the same direction? If yes, which direction?
4. The weapons look like they were placed there or dropped?

He turns slightly to whisper to Brannon. "See anything...witchcrafty? On those two? And also that stone they are on?"

"They are bewitched, no doubt of that." Brannan replies. "They would not wander away without alerting us, and they could not have come this far in the state they are in now if they were drugged. That only leaves sorcerery..." He peers carefully at the stone on which the men sit, and their surroundings, but does not approach closer.

OOC:
1) No signs of a struggle....only Jon and Hulls footprints.
2) Hard to say, but they are covered in morning dew.
3) Both face towards the 'path' that led into here...probably east abouts.
4) Placed.

Brannon notes the stone is covered in very faded but ancient markings in spiral and coiling patterns...and there are old dead flowers which are not in evidence growing nearby laying at the base of the stone....an old altar to Brigantia...or one of the other gods....hard to be sure with two arses planted on top of it.

"Keep a lookout will ya? In case whoever did this, or something worse, shows up..."

Drake gestures for help to come forward from among the Erewornians. He reaches out and takes a good hold of Jon's collar, then proceeds to drag his companion off the stone onto the grass-covered ground.

"Jon...Jon can you hear me?" He slaps Jon on the face several times, then brings up his waterskin to splash some water in the man's face.

" You tip that on me, this sliver-dagger goes in your gut.", Jon said plainly as he looked up at Drake.

" I'll take the slap....what happened?"

Drake smiles widely at the return of his companion. His expression turns grave quickly as he regards the two "rescued" men with concern. "You tell me. We woke this morning and found you two missing. Our friend Dann picked up your tracks and here we are..."

Dann will inspect the stone on which Jon and Hull were seated, as well as its immediate surrounding with great care. He will want to check if other people or creature were there in the near past.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 122):

Lann tries to recall if he has learnt anything about such 'gods' in his education. At the same time, he scans the area for danger.

"This is an altar. No doubt of that." Brannon opines. "And if you wouldn't mind standing up, we might even spot to which God it is dedicated..."

Brannon joins Dann in inspecting the markings on the stone, and carefully picks up some of the dead flowers. "This stone is ancient, but these flowers are... well, not fresh, but someone has brought them here recently - or something has stopped them  rotting completely. Either whoever worships or whatever they worship is still active here. Fomori, perhaps?"

He has shouldered his bow, but is fingering his symbol of Brigantia, uneasily.

At the Brannon's assessment that this might be an altar to some being other than the Hanged God, Drake turns to look at his friend uneasily. Grabbing Jon by the arm, he, not ungently, half-lifts-half-drags the man off the flat stone he was sitting on.

"What do you see?" He asks Brannon, indicating that the Librarian should go on ahead to study the stone more closely. Turning back to Jon and Hull, he looks at the two men pointedly, awaiting their answers to his question as to what happened to them.

In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 125):

Hull and Jon stood, if a little unsteadily, and turned with the others to regard the stone.  Atop it was carved with very faded letters of Lughwyd...and paired curving symbols reminiscent of fruit or perhaps waves...apart from the wearing action of wind and water the surface was undamaged.

Drake looks critically at the two recently bewitched men. "You don't remember anything...Ok. Then...what's the last thing you remember from last night?" He indicates that the two men should speak up, and that he is still listening.

Turning to the older Erewornian who spoke for his group last night, he addresses the man. "What is this place? Do you know? And are you familiar with the motifs on this altar?"

Switching his gaze back to the stone, he examines it further now that it is free from arses. Reaching out with his hand, he gingerly and lightly brushes its side. Finding it to feel exactly like how a stone block would feel, he lays his palm on it and begins to push on it, checking to see if it can be shifted perhaps...

Brannon inspects the stone altar carefully. "Yes, it's Fomorian, all right." He runs his fingers over the engravings. "Though not, thankfully, a friend of Balor. These symbols are of Eithne. High Druid Huill described her centuries ago - people sought her favour before hunting or sailing, among other things." He picks up more of the dead flowers, and crumbles them between his fingers. "It looks like people still do, though Eithne herself must be long gone." He looks up at the others. "I would say it is just superstitious locals trying their luck, except we have just witness an enchantment first hand. Belike there is something here posing as Eithne in return for worship..."
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At Brannon's pronouncement, Drake turns back to look at Jon and Hull with a raised brow and a grim look on his face. "What happened?"

Both men shrugged.

 Hull ventured, " Last I remember is walking outside.......no...wait....there was a girl..."

" No, a lad....", corrected Jon.

" It were a lass...and a fine one.", Hull said adamantly.

Jon shrugged, " As you say..."

" Thats it.", Hull said with a sigh.

If anything, Drake's face turns even grimmer, and his stare colder. As he waits for the two men to elaborate further...

The two men looked at Drake in turn and held their hands out, " Seriously....thats it..."

Drake draws his blade slowly, making a show of admiring its sleek death dealing edge. His voice comes out in almost a whisper, languid and soft, even mild. But the menace and steel just beneath is unmistakeable.

"And you did nothing, said nothing, to the lad. Or lass. How...inconceivable that is..."

He looks up, first at Jon, then Hull. "I'll not ask again. I want to know everything..."

Jon raised an eyebrow at Drake and his jaw set firm, " Like we said...we walked out. Sat watch for....well, not long. Then we see this figure coming from...well, I guess this direction. Then I woke up with you getting all affectionate."

Seeing the determined look on Jon's face, Drake decides there is nothing more the man is hiding. At least not much more.

With a curt nod to the two men as a sort of apology, he glances around at the party and sighs heavily. "This is a riddle I have no answer to. If we cannot find anything in this place that might hint at the motivation for the bewitching, I must assume that whatever motive the lass or lad had, has already been fulfilled. And this could be information about us, our intentions, and our destination..."

Drake's lips are tight as he considers the situation for a moment. "If there is nothing more anyone wishes to add, I suggest we get on with our respective journeys."

He turns to the older Erewornian and nods his farewells. "Thank you for the shelter. Be safe. And may you find whatever peace there is that still exists in these lands."

Just before he turns away, he looks up at the older man, a shrewd glint in his eyes. "Whereabouts is Gullet Hollow, good Sir? Is it near where we are?"

Dann shrugs, silently agreeing that there is nothing else to obtain from this place. His body language makes it clear that he does not like the way the two 'bewitched' companions have been interrogated. He will see to it that this kind of thing does not happen again.

" Aye....we won't be lingering here. Fare you well."

" The Hollow. Tis a long way south, most of the way down the Ereworn coast..."

In reply to GM (msg # 137):

The companions make their own preparations to depart, with both Hull and Jon noting that they do feel a little light-headed but well rested regardless.

Brannon looks to the forest that borders the mountains, it should be barely half a day through there to the lands of Clan Hewell. Then it was just a matter of finding this Blaine Lyssen, and the Dell of Lalliwick....without attracting too much attention.

There should be a cattle trail somewhere nearby for when the kings share of coos are brought down to market....perhaps higher ground would help...

"Brannon, you know these lands best. We will follow your lead my friend. And let's keep alert."

Drake shoulders his pack, takes one more concerned look at Jon, then falls in behind Brannon. Cattle trail or otherwise, he trusts Brannon will know the best route, or find out as he goes along.

"Right enough!" Brannon packs away the notes he was making of the altar, and duly takes the leas. He is a keen outdoorsman, and clearly in his element, though the armed comrades following him no doubt help his mood in the wild landscape...

In reply to Brannon Darrow (msg # 140):

Shouldering his pack and bow, Lann takes his position and pushes on with the companions. He also keeps a lookout for Jon and Hull.

Dann falls in line and follows his companions, silently.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 142):

Brannon stepped beneath the trees of the ancient forest, though there were signs of human hands in the form of scattered stumps and strippings from logs there was still something primeval about these woods.

The companions began to climb through the rough undegrowth and stony outcrops towards the upper part of the slopes beneath stands of pine, birch, rowan, aspen, juniper and gnarled oak.

Capercaillie rattled somewhere off in the distance and curious crossbills watched them from the branches.

Dann found signs of both roe and red deer and many smaller animals, after sometime the group came across a broad eroded path bearing the marks of many hooves....but the cattle had not been driven down this path for quite sometime.  Seeing little other option the companions followed the stock trail up through the forest.

Suddenly Drake called a halt, his keen ears had picked up sounds ahead beyond a jutting boulder before there was a levelling out of the trail.

"Sounds like a bear in distress. I'll take a look..."

Drake crouches low to the ground as he creeps stealthily to the boulder and peers out from behind it to whatever is in front...
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Dann unsheathes his sword and spins slowly around, to make sure no bad surprises is coming his way.

Brannon unslings his bow and readies an arrow.

In reply to Brannon Darrow (msg # 146):

Lann readies his bow and arrow.

Before Drake in the clearing is a great bear, larger by half again than any he has seen before....its brown and grey pelt is slick with blood on its right hand side and a broken off spear projects from its right shoulder, another from its right flank....the bear is huffing heavily and rocking back and forth.

Drake notes blood and broken trees to the west of this clear area and judges that the bear came through that way. There is a sudden change in the wind, and the great beasts ears suddenly prick up as its nostrils flare to catch whatever scent the breeze has brought to it...

OOC: The bear is currently 30m away from Drakes position, but cannot see him...whether it can smell him.....

Drake backs away quietly. While the bear looks like it has hunters on its tail, and that it is having a bad time of the fight for its life, Drake is all too aware of the propensity of wild animals to attack ferociously at the slightest provocation when in such straits. He can do nothing about his scent, but he can behave in a unprovocative manner...

In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 149):

It is only the years of intense training in the mountain holdfast of [REDACTED] that allow Drake to silently retreat the 10-15m or so towards the other companions.

The bear has ceased bawling and has gone silent, its great heavy head swinging back and forth but eventually turning back towards the trail it came down....it sat down heavily on its haunches and glowered in that direction.

Having withdrawn several meters back from where he first spotted the injured bear, Drake squats down on his haunches, quietly remaining in place. He turns and signals his companions to approach his position slowly and stealthily. He turns back to the scene before him, watching the bear, as well as the path of broken trees, expecting its hunters to appear anytime soon...

OOC - Drake is not making any overtures to the bear, but do feel free to do what you have in mind.

"Let's try to walk around the bear, and make ourselves unnoticed. No need to enter into an unprovoked fight at this stage." proposes Dann, seeing the size of the bear and wondering if it is really natural.

Without taking his eyes off the behemoth, Drake replies. "Unless you mean taking a wide detour around and totally avoiding the animal, there's no way we can get around it without it detecting us..."

His voice turns thoughtful. "It does look rather too big for a normal bear. And the Erewornian said this Strawberry is a witch...Let's watch for a while and see what comes out of this?"
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Dann emits a short grunt, but does not otherwise react.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 154):

As the companions wait they hear sudden activity from within the woods nearby and they note a number of plaid dressed forms moving stealthily through the trees. None of them seem to have seen the companions yet as they are focused on the bear in the clearing above.

Drake continues watching quietly, hidden in his place of cover. He strains his ears to catch any stray words or conversations between the forms.

OOC - Any words or language he recognizes? Ok basically at this point, Drake wants to establish:
1. What's happening here.
2. Who are these plaid-dressed forms.
3. Is there more than meets the eye for why are they hunting the bear.

He will observe carefully to pick up any hint to the above questions.

Brannon nocks an arrow to his bow, but keeps it lowered. He watches warily. "Let these strangers take the risk..." He murmers. "If it goes badly for them, we can always step in... or run..."

Dann keeps his mouth shut and his eyes wide open, intrigued.

OOC - Answers...ish:
1+2. There are approximately 12 young males dressed in plaid similar to other Borderers seen in Mimirs Well and Rosmuillean they carry spears and appear to be hunting.
3. They seem very determined and more than one of them is injured, mostly cuts and bruises but some bear claw marks and are not looking too healthy.

As to anything beyond a group of folk doing very badly at hunting a massive bear...nothing appears 'odd'.

Dann and Lann do not recognise the plaid but note the hunters are all quite young, possibly too young to be recognised by their clans as yet.  It is possible they are still on their Wilding.

In reply to GM (msg # 160):

'Shall we help the Bear or borderers?' Lann asks.
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Drake asks his question without looking away from the scene of hunters and prey. "See anything strange Lann? Signs of...sorcery...perhaps?"

In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 162):

Lann shook his head decisively.

Drake nods without a word. He continues watching the drama play out...

In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 164):

The plaid clad youngsters edge closer to the clearings edge and as one break and run forward throwing their spears at the wounded bear.

Four of them find purchase, others either fail to penetrate the thick fur and hide or miss entirely.

The bear roars in pain and rounds on its attackers, it charges scattering a few, one does not make it out of the way and is broken under the creatures great weight.  The bear does not slow and charges into the forest mowing down young pines as it does so.

Most of the hunters give chase, though a few stop to see if they can aid their fallen.

"Let's help..." Drake stands up from his covering, draws his bow, and gives chase together with the hunters. Where he finds opportunity, he lets fly some arrows at the raging bear.

11:21, Today: Drake Taubron rolled 6,1 using 1d20,1d6.  Arrow attack & bypass.
11:21, Today: Drake Taubron rolled 17,5 using 1d20,1d6.  Arrow attack & bypass.
11:21, Today: Drake Taubron rolled 9,3 using 1d20,1d6.  Arrow attack & bypass.
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In reply to Drake Taubron (msg # 166):

Lann joins the chase, firing at the bear when he gets the opportunity to.

As soon as Drake fires, Brannon joins in: their cover is already blown. He fires towards the bear, and murmurs a prayer to Brigantia under his breath...

08:44, Today: Brannon Darrow rolled 4,1 using d20,d6. Arrow attack, armor by pass.
08:44, Today: Brannon Darrow rolled 15,3 using d20,d6. Arrow attack, armor by pass.
08:44, Today: Brannon Darrow rolled 11,1 using d20,d6. Arrow attack, armor by pass.

Dann runs behind, his sword still in hand but not his shield. He decides not to use his bow or javelin for now.

Drake, Lann and Brannon move forward firing at the bear, and see two of their shafts sink into the creatures hide the others hit one of the many trees or disappear into the undergrowth.

Jon and Lute run forward, Jon looks at the dagger in his hand and then at the bear and decides to lean back against a tree and watch, Lute begins weeping heavily.....

Dann moves up with his blade ready, he notes that the hunters seem to have little experience and are faring very badly indeed....he is impressed by the size of the bear...much larger than the brown bears he has seen on the shores of his home territory...and the fur is much darker in colour...

The hunters continue their chase throwing and retrieving their spears, with few striking their target.

After another 50m or so the bear comes up against a fallen oak and is forced to slow while it considers going around or over, two of the hunters fail to recognise the bear has stopped and run in too close.....two slaps of its paws and they are broken upon the crowberries.

The bear looks up and sees the hunters surrounding it, it huffs quietly and a resigned look comes into its eyes as it roars its defiance at them shaking the trees around it.

Drake slows his pursuit, coming to a halt a safe distance from the bear and its band of young hunters. He casts a curious glance at Lute's weeping, but turns back quickly to the injured and trapped bear.

Glancing curiously at the hunters, Drake notes their attire that is typical of Borderers in the region. Their youth and obvious inexperience do not escape him. It must be some kind of training. Or perhaps a test of adulthood. Shouldering his bow, he hangs back, turning aside to his Borderer companion Dann. "Do you know what's going on here? Some kind of test of manhood? The youngsters look like they need some help though...would it insult them if we do intervene?"

"They are not trained hunters. It might be some kind of test, yes, but this bear is not normal, I am sure of it. If this is a test, the people who set it were not being friendly." answers Dann. Without another word, he tries to approach the wounded warriors if they can be reached without getting too close from the bear.
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Brannon readies another arrow, watching the bear carefully, ready to fire should it move towards Dann.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 172):
Lann casts see enchantment to see if the bear or hunters are enchanted

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Drake looks at the young Borderers. He spies one young man, youthful in appearance, yet larger and better built than the rest, who seems to be the leader of the small band. He calls out to him. "A cornered beast fights the hardest. And I have no doubt yonder beast will take several more of you with it before it succumbs."

He turns and surveys the other young Borderers. "Most of you are wounded. A few badly. And there are some who will never walk again, or live to see tomorrow."

"So unless you have a good reason for killing this great bear right this moment, I suggest you leave it be and allow it to escape. Track it down and perhaps take it by surprise in its weakened state and kill it by stealth later."

"Tend to the wounded among yourselves first."

Drake gestures to his companions - Dann, Brannon, Toirneach, Jon, Lute.

"We would be happy to help...defuse...this situation. With yonder bear. If this is what you would like..."

He glances at each of the other young hunters, then turns back expectantly to the well-built Borderer who seems to be their leader.

The young man span about in shock as he was addressed, " Where the hell did ye dra from?"

" Get away wit yers....ye cannae understand...and you'll be the death of us if we're seen talking."

Another youth loped up, " Got some new friends, Boyd?"

The bigger youth look panicked for a moment, " Nae, Aiden. You've seen yerself they jus' come up on me bare'an a moment ago."

" Aye....I seen that....I seen that.", the wiry one said with a smirk.

Boyd rounded on Drake and the others with a fierce grimace, " Get away wit ye!  Yer nae wanted here!"

He turned back towards the penned bear which was swaying side to side on its massive paws and champing its great jaws, " Get in there and kill it! We've nae long nou."



" Aye, Boyd. Would you like your friends to help?

Boyds head swung back and forth between the bear and his taunter, his face pale and harried....

Face impassive, Drake steps back from the cornered bear and the young Borderer hunting party, keeping his hands down and relaxed, and far away from his weapons. Slowly making his way to the edge of the clearing, he motions for the rest of the Company to step back as well. He looks to Boyd with a "it's all yours" look, indicating the bear and the entire situation.

The Mercenary settles down to watch the scene play out.

Dann is still willing to look at the wounded bodies of those who were beaten by the bear, but will not otherwise interfere.

Boyd ran back to assist his fellows in casting spears at the great bear, as it roared at them in fury.



Dann moved up and checked over the bodies, the plaid was local possibly of Colms clan...but these were far from his folk and he couldn't be sure.  They were both dead, their bodies crushed.

In reply to GM (msg # 181):

From a stand of trees to the north the companions hear the words,

"Large game!  Best if you back off!"

, called out in a deep Thulish accent and the sound of a large crossbow being racheted.


OOC:  Please form an orderly line and make your ways over to the Southern Pagans thread.